I have nowhere else to say this.
You literally don't do anything. It took quarantine for me to realize that we both worked 40 plus hours a week but I was too tired to notice that I did ALL of the housework. The laundry, the dishes, counters, vacuum, I'm too tired and burned out at this point to argue but what really gets me is the audacity. I make more than you because I work from home and yet you still feel zero motivation to lift a fucking finger, even after repeated "nagging" requests, and then ask me "so, is dinner happening or?" Portland rent is down 30%. I'm applying for apartments and moving because I'm not your mom or your fucking maid. Have fun navigating life as an actual adult and having to take care of YOUR untrained shitty dog. Thanks for reinforcing those gender roles and not going to couples therapy dickhead.